Chapter 94
The handsome young man with black eyes gently sniffed the faint warm fragrance emanating from the neck of the person in his arms, and then he clearly felt the boy's body stiffen.
He looked up and saw the fair little face of the person in his arms was wrinkled, and he was obviously very nervous.
Samuel was used to seeing the kid smiling, or being calm and composed, and he was also used to seeing him pretending to be innocent and sincere in front of Him. This expression was the first time he had seen it.
He was good-looking, and even with a wrinkled face he was still cute in Samuel's opinion, but... He didn't like the way the kid frowned.
The tip of his finger gently brushed the brow of the person in his arms, and the voice of the Lord God was so soft that it seemed a little gentle, "Do you hate me holding you like this?"
Al could barely sense the crisis lurking beneath the calm surface.
He had just planned to pretend to be dead and ignore Samuel, firstly because he was angry, and secondly because he thought Samuel would let him go once he got bored.
At this moment, the gentleness with which the Lord God touched his cheek formed a clear contrast with His usual behavior, which frightened Al and he dared not not respond.
The young man opened his eyes helplessly and answered carefully, "I don't hate it, but I don't like it either. I'm just not used to it. I've never been so close to anyone."
Samuel hummed, "Get used to it sooner." He has already shown his utmost patience.
Al choked. Why should he get used to it? Could it be that Samuel was addicted to hugging him? If this became a habit, would Samuel hug her regardless of the occasion? How could this be possible? !
Oh, by the way, Samuel is a bit of a germaphobe. If he gets dirty often in the future, will He be disgusted and give up this inexplicable interest?
Al looked at Him guiltily and lied, "I've been walking for a long time today and haven't taken a shower yet. You're so close to me, don't I stink?" I'll disgust you to death, huh.
Samuel: “…” Do you think He is stupid?
Samuel ruffled the smooth silver hair of the person in his arms with his big hands and said unhappily, "It stinks."
"???" El felt aggrieved. Who stinks? He was clearly washed clean, okay? If he stinks, why did you hold him for so long?!
He turned his head away to avoid the hand on his head, "Do you treat me as a magical pet?" He was stroking its fur again.
Magic pet? You can raise it, hold it, touch it... Samuel said vaguely, "That's about right." It would be even better if the kid could act like a magic pet and act like a spoiled child.
Ha, as expected!
El comfortably collapsed in the arms of the Lord God, and patiently reasoned with Him, oh no, he was teaching Him how to be a human being, "Let me tell you, only lovers among humans use this position. If we are seen by others, we will be misunderstood."
Would Samuel care? Obviously not, "Oh, then it's a misunderstanding."
Al was annoyed by his stubborn attitude and muttered, "You look like a gay."
As soon as he heard the strange pronunciation, Samuel knew it was the language of another world. "What does it mean?"
The young man curved his eyebrows and forced a polite smile, "I was complimenting you on how good you look tonight!"
Samuel would never believe him. He snorted and laughed, and replied to the kid, "Really? Then you have always been gay, not just tonight."
“…………”Ahhh, damn it!
Samuel was amused to see him pretending to be nothing even though he was so angry. The feeling from his heart was very strange. It was not like the abnormal beating before. It was a feeling of being filled, happy and soft-hearted, but not satisfied, and greedily wanted more.
He didn't understand the word soft-hearted before, but now he does. Looking at the silver-haired young man who buried his head in his shoulder and was sulking with him, Samuel's heart almost melted into water.
Al sensed that tangible gaze and looked up again impatiently, but was surprised to find that the god's black eyes were filled with smiles.
At that moment, he thought it was Winster who came back, but Winster would not hug him like this.
It’s not like Al has never seen Samuel smile before, but his emotions were always very mild, unlike now, when it seemed as if honey was flowing in his eyes... Was he in such a good mood?
Forget it, it won’t cost you any meat to hug me, so it’s not a problem to let this guy hold me for a while longer.
Just lying there for a while -
It's so quiet... Al ignored the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the wind. He just felt that the night was too quiet, which made Samuel's presence more obvious. So he was always nervous and afraid of being seen by others.
It hadn't been long since they came out, but when you're nervous, time would seem a bit unbearable. Al wondered if it was already midnight.
The other person's body temperature was higher than his, and Al felt a little hot because of Him. He tried his best to make Samuel happy for a while longer, and his hands were turned red from being pinched over and over by this guy!
Unable to stay any longer, Al discussed with the willful God, "Can I go back to my room and read?"
Samuel did not refuse. He picked up the young man and landed lightly at the door with a leap.
Just as Al had expected, Samuel continued to live in the same room with him.
If at the beginning, Al was sure that He did this just to irritate Winston who had displeased Him, now Al was a little doubtful... Damn, could it be that He didn't want to be alone because He was bored?
Samuel put the kid on the bed, letting him lean comfortably against the fluffy pillows, and watched him struggle with something...
"What are you thinking about?"
Al said hesitantly, "You're not going to sleep with me all the time from now on, are you?"
"What else?"
Seeing his matter-of-fact look, Al wondered - when did he get married, but accidentally forgot? How did he get a wife who wanted to stick with him every day, cuddle with him, and sleep in the same bed with him forever? Oh no, it was a husband... that's not right!
Bah! What a mess!
I have so much to complain about, but I’m so tired that I don’t want to say anything.
Al stopped talking to the god. He silently took out the magic book and began to study - he wanted to indulge in knowledge and escape from this outrageous world!
Samuel didn't bother him. He lay down quietly beside him and prepared to fall asleep. His physical fitness had improved a lot during this period, so he could continue to unlock Winster's memory.
The light at the head of the bed was bright and soft, which was friendly to people who were reading, but Samuel didn't like it.
He leaned towards the young man, with his head resting in the shadow beside his elbow, then he relaxed his brows and fell asleep peacefully.
Because he wanted to escape from reality, Al forced himself to focus completely on studying. It just so happened that the movement of that god that annoyed him was very light, so he really didn't notice that Samuel was sleeping almost next to him, and in the same bed.
Al discovered this when he felt sleepy and was about to go to sleep.
Although Samuel had made him a little upset just now, Al still cared about him. He didn't want to wake him up by moving too much, so he didn't take out a second quilt. After all, they were all men, so there was no need to be so particular.
Al slid down, lay down and fell asleep quickly.
However, when he opened his eyes the next day, Al immediately regretted it - damn, it was because there was a man sleeping next to him that he should have been more careful!
The fact that Samuel had been a widower for tens of thousands of years left such a deep impression on Al's mind that he believed that he had no "human desires". How could such a vulgar thing be related to Samuel, who was cold-blooded and looked down upon all living beings, including other gods, equally!
But he ignored the fact that the person sleeping next to him was a young and vigorous human male body. As long as there was nothing wrong with him, he would have normal physiological reactions in the morning.
Obviously, given Winster's physical condition, there was no way he could be ill, so it wasn't his fault that a certain part of him was pressing against his thigh, and Winster didn't do it on purpose, but Al still wanted to complain...
Why are they so close?! Why is Winster hugging himself?!
Al was startled early in the morning and did not move for a while. He knew that his sleep quality was good, but it was the first time he realized that he could sleep like a pig...
It was his fault for falling asleep in the arms of the person next to him. It was because of his bad sleeping posture. But Winster was not innocent either. Who told him to hold the person in such a perfect posture? He didn't even get hurt! Damn it!
The moment Al sat up, Winster woke up from his sleep, and he immediately realized how awkward his current sleeping position was.
At this moment, one of his arms was still around the young man's thin waist, and his lower body was very close to his thigh... Winster's breathing sank. Damn it, why didn't he wake up first? He could only experience this good thing for a moment. What a loss!
Al had already gotten out of bed, and judging by his speed, he was avoiding people like the plague.
Winster looked at him cautiously, "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Al combed his long hair and said nonchalantly, "I know, it's a normal physiological reaction, don't take it to heart."
The awkwardness just now has passed. He is a man and is used to it.
Compared to that reaction, sleeping in each other’s arms made him more frightened. I must remember not to cover myself with the same quilt in the future.
After Al finished washing and changing his clothes, he noticed Winster staring at him motionlessly. His deep, narrow black eyes seemed to be deliberately widened, making him look confused and helpless.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The young man on the bed lowered his voice and said with a guilty conscience, "I, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Of course, Al knew what he was talking about. "Why don't you just do it? How long will it take to wait..." He paused for a moment, as if he had figured something out. "Oh, you're embarrassed to be here, right? I'll leave first."
“…”
Winster and Samuel have the same nature and strong psychological qualities, so there is no such thing as shyness. He just wants to take the opportunity to be closer to his brother, but of course he can't let his brother leave like this.
The young man tilted his head in confusion, "Brother...what do you mean by taking action?"
Al narrowed his eyes and looked at him suspiciously - at his age, he should have several years of experience in dealing with such embarrassing reactions, so he shouldn't be so naive, right?
"Really?"
Winster's breathing was a little unstable, and his slightly hoarse voice seemed to have a hook, "I don't know, brother, can you teach me?"
Unfortunately, his seduction doesn't work on straight men who haven't yet come to their senses.
"Compared to taking action, I have a better way. Do you want to try it, Winster?"
Winster had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run when he was working outside, and had heard dirty talk, so he knew a lot of things. When he heard his brother say this, many possibilities flashed through his mind, "What is it?"
Al gave a gentle smile and said, "Cut it off."
"……?"
"It's a permanent solution. You won't have to suffer this kind of pain in the future. I'll use healing magic on you right after the operation. The pain won't last long. Do you think this is a good idea?"
Winster was silent for a moment, "I...I'd better take care of it."
Al shook his head and walked out.
He even began to suspect that Winster was competing with Samuel for his attention, to see which consciousness was closer to him... It was okay for his younger brother to stick to him normally, but it was not okay for him to stick to him in this kind of thing.
Seeing someone coming out, the elf servant who was sitting and humming a song on the huge tree next door flew over.
"Good day, Your Highness."
"Good day, Dinah. Are you waiting for me so early? Thank you for your hard work."
The elf smiled and said, "It's alright, Your Highness. This is my duty. Besides, I never get tired of seeing the morning sunlight no matter how many times I see it."
The forest is inherently beautiful. The golden sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and through the morning mist, turning into a misty and sacred light. The forest is shrouded in it, adding a bit of warmth and romance.
The young man nodded in agreement. "It is indeed very beautiful. Silegusen is the most beautiful forest I have ever seen."
The elf's smile became more genuine. "I'm glad you like our home. By the way, some new guests came to visit last night. When they heard that you were here, they wanted to meet you."
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